Immortal Aphrodite, throned in splendor!
Wile-weaving daughter of Zeus, enchantress, and beguiler!
I implore you, dread mistress, discipline me no longer
with love's anguish!
But come to me once again in kindness,
heeding my prayers as you did before;
O, come Divine One, descend once again from heaven’s
Your chariot yoked to love's consecrated doves,
their multitudinous pinions aflutter,
you came gliding from heaven's brilliant heights
to this dark earth.
As part of a month-long celebration of Keats' miracle year in poetry, The Chained Muse is proud to present an original recitation of the Ode to a Nightingale by poet Daniel Leach. Follow our Keats-related posts throughout the month of May here. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE I My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,